Lost in My Head: Mental Vacation Hoarding

It’s Emily again, and I’ve been thinking, which is always a dangerous situation…

Let’s say you knock on someone’s door. It’s a glossy red door, very inviting. Knock, knock, knock. Wait. Footsteps. The door opens but your anticipation and smile drop into whatever your horrified face looks like because, beyond that attractive, inviting front door, lies a veritable canyonland of boxes, stacks, piles, and bins. No longer are you eager to enter that house because who knows what you might encounter? You might suffocate in there! Get hopelessly lost! Who knows what you might find! Or not find.

Yeah, well…welcome to the inside of my head. It has this lovely, glossy red  door with a silver lion head knocker and is flanked by vibrant, luscious foliage. There’s even a lovely brick pathway that leads right to the door, complete with frilly moss growing in all the perfectly designed cracks. There’s a welcome mat I wove myself. If good dreams had an entrance, this would be it. But then…the door opens and you’re inside my brain.

Warning: You will get lost. I usually am.

But this is my mind and we’ve been together for quite some time, so I have a few well-worn trails. One of my favorite and most scenic routes is right in the front. Take a slight right, then turn left and you’ll be solidly in my Vacation Hoarder section.

Here’s an inventory of what’s in this expansive area of my head:

1.       The next two years of fully planned and semi-planned trips.

2.       Vacations and trips vying for attention, yelling, waving their arms, flattering me, bribing me to pick them next.

3.       Lists of vacations and trips near, far, long, short, exotic, local, outside, inside, adventurous, low key

Curious? Good, and you’ll be happy to know I know exactly where everything is in this place even if it seems impossible. I mean, how perfectly hoard-able are vacations?! They take up no physical space, just most of my mental space.

Here are a few of the vacations you’ll find in the stacks, piles, boxes, and bins:

Texas Path of Totality road trip

              Status: planned, scheduled

France/Israel/Jordan

              Status: planned, scheduled

Disneyland

              Status: annual tradition, always planned, always scheduled

Philippines

              Status: semi-planned

Northeastern Canada road trip (5 provinces!)

              Status: planned

London to Scotland by train

              Status: semi-planned

Southern France

              Status: outlined

Kenya safari

              Status: moved to upper third of the stack

Turkey

              Status: moved to top three

Denmark and Sweden

              Status: waiting patiently

Azores

              Status: quietly waiting

Viking river cruise

              Status: slated for sometime in the next ten years

St. James Way

              Status: looking at options

Camino del Norte

              Status: looking at options, gathering interest

Hadrian’s Wall

              Status: planning in progress

Great Lakes Road trip

              Status: planned

Southern states road trip

              Status: planned

Ride the Rail Trail across America

              Status: waiting for trail completion

Library of Congress

              Status: talked about it

Boca del Toros, Panama

              Status: planning in progress

Galapagos

              Status: Exploration phase

Bermuda

              Status: watching airfare

French Guyana

              Status: exploration phase

Australia/New Zealand

              Status: exploration phase

 

It’s pretty great in there, yeah? Take your time, look around, but whatever you do, don’t turn right at the end of the trail. That leads to my Writing mental neighborhood and it’s a mess in there. You’ll be climbing all over story fragments and through rabbit holes and trekking across unedited sentences. Let me do some clean up and I’ll invite you back another time. If you dare.

 

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